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Once again I guess let me Rep the Home of the Heroin

Then again I rep the black mothers cause they are the real Heroines

Heroes as well raising us in this racist hell

My city will make you long for heaven, aint no athesist here that dwell

On these blocks with these Obnoxious Cops

Our hustle is all we Got

I stay on the 24 hour Plot

To rise to the Top you first have to conquer the bottom

When the devil draws his Gun best believe I shot him

I spot him coming far away, He comes on rainy days

I have no time for sport and Play

The rapture is on the way

I exude light out of the B-more Plight

The hurt writer's Jesus Christ

I will Theive your anguished Nights

Honesty is my price

Sometimes I hate to bleed

But someone on the cusp of the edge

Needs to recieve

The hope of something better

Of what your eyes can see

I climb out of the Crab pot

Clawing and pulling they say come fry with me

Come lie with me, Come spiritually die wit me

I enlighten the shelled army

I Tell them come on and fly with me

Claws In the air, we march against despair

Trampling and taking over the demon of Dopes Lair

I Had to travel 3000 miles to really become aware

That it's something beyond my window out there

At the hood I stare, out of it's bondage I flee

P.O.P. the Metropolis

People the city...

Is me.